when we are defined
more by our hate than our love,
we spent the evening
communing with stars that chose
to make themselves known
my plea through the tears
of the girl at the counter:
it can’t be all bad.
This is one of those haiku written because I spend a lot of time watching. Occasionally, I intrude on the things I see, but mostly I just observe.
It’s been a lifelong habit, a curiosity about what people do and the way they think. I’m probably still at it because of the precious little progress I’ve made so far. It’s probably the same reason I read blogs and talk to people whose experiences and opinions are least like mine.
It’s probably also part of the reason you (whoever you are) read the haiku and other words scattered over this site. Or is it?